Seamus Blackmore fastened his gun holster to his waist and took a deep breath. He was ready. In a few minutes, he would face that…
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Dixie had to go to work and it was snowing outside. Why did folks have to pass away in the dead of winter? She combed…
If you go back to the edge of time, you can find it there on the corner of Ivy and 4th streets. You would need…
She was sometimes drunk and loud trapped in this plane a brittle heart that life snapped into cranking those filmstrips of silver screen lasses she…
I was captured between the whisper of seasons lost in autumn bliss the pull of school campuses taste on the tongue, a tinge of cool…